"...out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry." --W.B. Yeats

Finished reading issue 159 of the APA last night. Strong entries by all and Scott even franked issue one of his Works and Plays. Nice.

It's chilly outside, at about seventeen and wind chill in areas around here will drop to fifteen below over the next couple of days as the first strong Alberta Clipper of the season trods through. I'll take advantage of the cold to do some writing.

Jerome is having shoulder problems again so it was just Mike, Steve, and I at class last night. Hopefully we can score a few more students soon. I think it's the weather, because a few of my joints are sore from class last night.

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Got an email from a logistics and freight brokering company they want to set up an interview. As soon as my wife gets back, I'll set up the appointment, need to see what she has planned for tomorrow.

The washer took a tank so we're running over to family's house or the laundromat to wash clothes. What a pain. But Christmas is nearly done (payment wise) so I can get a new washer soon, and then get a new starter and exhaust into the station wagon. It's always something, but like I said yesterday, "it's how I know I'm alive."

Other than that, I'm making enchiladas tonight for dinner (one of my specialties). But Marinda is sick so can't invite over any company to enjoy.